This choice: Crushed under Lila's foot, and carried away with her over to the play area. • Go Back...Chapter #6The Racing Queen by: bobob1   Your reaction was just a bit too slow, unfortunately, and you found your efforts to scramble out of the way useless as Lila’s black boot stomped down onto the ground. Your body was crushed paper thin under her heel, the tiny squelching noise you made inaudible due to the laughter, chatter, and music of the Pizza Palace. Lila didn’t have a clue in the world she’d stepped on you, and even if she had, she genuinely might’ve been too exhausted to stop and peel you free.
As such, the weary waitress trotted off through the restaurant, in the direction of the play area near the back. She’d been asked by her boss to tidy up some spilled snacks, as well as adjust the coin collector for one of the most popular games in Pizza Palace. This annoyed Lila to no end, but she wasn’t about to talk back to her boss, as she needed this job too badly, even if it was a hellish, soul-sucking job.
Reaching the arcade, Lila bent down and methodically scooped up the crumbs and food pieces left behind by careless patrons, yawning intermittently. You could do nothing but stay squished firmly under her shoe, your body having been squished over and over each time she took a step. Lila was far from a heavy girl, but her giant boot had still done quite a number on you. You still fought to reform, but it was mostly useless.
At least, it was useless until Lila approached the faulty arcade machine. It was a simple fix to adjust the coin collector and get the machine back up and running, but was Lila finished, she absentmindedly scraped her boot along the carpeted floor. Because you were flattened but not totally engrained in the treads of Lila’s boot, your malleable body ripped free from her boot and was left behind on the ground as the titanic waitress took another step.
Not wanting to waste your chance, you focused all your efforts on reforming and managed to pop back into normal shape. As you did so, you noted that you were right beside one of those traditional car racing machines with the makeshift driver’s seat and steering wheel. It was partnered with an identical racing machine, no doubt to enable two people to compete against each other in the game.
You also noted a girl standing right beside the machine, with her back turned to you. With how loud the Pizza Palace was, you doubted she would hear you from the floor, but you guessed that climbing higher would allow her to hear you. You didn’t know this stranger, but you were placing your bets on her being willing to carry you back to your roommates. It beat trying to walk all the way back through the crowded restaurant, at least.
With that plan in mind, you hopped up onto the machine and scrambled up into the seat of the driving chair. You then pushed your upper body strength to the limit and scaled the back of the seat, all the way up to the headrest. It was tiring, but you made it in less than two minutes. Taking one split second to catch your breath, you were about to speak when the unexpected happened.
The girl suddenly twisted her hand backwards, and her giant fingers slapped into you. The air was knocked out of your lungs and you fell backwards with a silent cry. Splatting down onto the hard plastic of the seat, your body flattened out. Groaning, you began trying to reform again, even as the girl above you stepped aside to reveal a second girl.
“Yep! They just fixed the machine.” The first girl, the one who had slapped you, said. “Isn’t that awesome, Zoe?”
The second girl (Zoe, apparently) who had yet to fully enter your view, laughed confidently. “Sure is! God, I love this game. Ready to get totally wiped?”
The first girl rolled her eyes, but smiled. “You take this way too seriously, Zoe?” Laughing, she walked out of your sight, and you could hear her sit down in the adjacent seat.
A second later, Zoe herself stepped forward, and she was quite the sight. Tall, with nicely tanned skin, and shoulder-length red hair. She was wearing a stylish hoodie and a flashy red miniskirt, both of which accentuated her rather shapely body. You took particular notice of her large, alluring rear end…especially as she stepped with a leg on both sides of you, and you stared right up at her as she began to sit. The reality of your situation finally hit you.
Of course, it hit you too late, and a much more tangible and painful force hit you a second after that. Zoe’s big bubble butt pounded down onto the seat, utterly obliterating you. To make matters worse, her miniskirt flared out as she sat, revealing her creamy butt cheeks and barely-there thong to the private audience of one helplessly trapped tiny. Her bare left cheek crashed onto you, slamming your almost reformed body back down flat.
Zoe’s hefty derriere barely fit in the confines of the racing chair, so the red head wiggled a little to get more comfortable. This had the disastrous consequence of grinding her ass cheeks back and forth across the plastic, smearing your body side-to-side as she wiggled in place. You mentally cried out for her to stop, but your mute pleas fell on deaf ears as Zoe continued to shift around. Her smooth flesh ground into your face, smudging your malleable body into paste.
Zoe eventually settled down, but the damage was done, and you were much flatter and compressed than before. All sounds of the outside world were muffled, but you could distinctly make out Zoe’s confident boasts as she started up a competitive race with her friend. The race lasted five minutes, and each time Zoe jerked the wheel, her whole body twisted, meaty butt cheeks digging into your flesh. Every time she slammed the brakes to drift, her ass clenched, more pressure squeezing into you.
The skilled red head won by a landslide, and gave her friend a cocky grin after it was over. However, as her friend stood up, Zoe herself was stopped from standing by a timid looking girl who had watched the race from the sidelines.
“Um…d-do you think…I-I could race you?” The nervous girl inquired, stammering. “I’ll p-pay for your race…”
Zoe raised her eyebrows at the challenge, gave her friend a look, and then smiled at the nervous girl. “Heck, why not? Sure thing!”
The anxious girl smiled appreciatively, put in a dollar for her ride and one for Zoe, and then a second round of competition began. Second verse, same as the first, from your perspective. More crushing and squishing from the oblivious red head who had so thoroughly dominated you with her impeccable booty. There was nothing you could do by now to try and fight against her, as you were much to crumpled and pancaked to attempt reforming, let alone speaking or wiggling to get her attention.
Zoe won the second race as easily as the first, but again before she stood, the timid girl’s mother approached. Caught off guard, Zoe listened to the motherly giantess explain how much she played the game when she was younger, and her confidence in besting Zoe. She even offered up a five-dollar bet. Eyes glinting with the promise of high stakes, Zoe eagerly too up her offer, and a third race began. Zoe’s friend, meanwhile, wandered off to order pizza.
Thus began the reign of the Racing Queen. The third match was the most intense yet, but eventually Zoe came out on top, eking out a first-place win by a hair. By this point, she was working up a hearty sweat from the pressure of maintaining her win streak, and that sweat was pooling around her doughy buttocks, creating a little swamp right where your tiny body was unfortunately wedged. You were thoroughly doused in sweat and the increasing stench.
Feeling her moist ass brought a grimace to Zoe’s face, but she merely lifted her ass off the seat for a moment and then clapped it back down. Her pillowy left butt check utterly demolished you upon landing, squishing your miniscule body firmly into its hot, fleshy embrace. You felt yourself stick to both it and the chair in equal measure, and you began to genuinely fear you’d become a tattoo on either Zoe or the seat if this lasted any longer.
Unfortunately, last longer it did, and for quite a while. Zoe performed twenty flawless races in a row, the stakes for each growing higher and higher as nearly everyone in the Pizza Palace sought out the Racing Queen to challenge her. Her friend stood diligently beside her and supplied her pizza slices in between races, and after an intense but exciting hour, Zoe had raked in one hundred dollars in winnings.
Across the restaurant, Morgan was tearing her hair out looking for you, and was on the verge of tears. Trying to soothe her, Quinn and Avery promised that they’d find you, but that Morgan needed to take a break. Apprehensive at first, Morgan eventually agreed, and she wandered off to calm her nerves. By chance, she ended up taking note of Zoe right as the red head was finishing another race.
“Oh. I really like this game.” Morgan said by way of introducing herself. Zoe’s recent victim wandered off sadly, and Morgan ended up sliding into the second seat. Zoe gave her new opponent a wide grin, and once more absentmindedly wiggled her prodigious rear end in her seat. By this point, you were more of a smear than a man, having suffered under this blissfully unaware girl for so long.
“Up for a competitive race?” Zoe offered to your beautiful roommate.
Morgan nodded, and smiled back. “Probably what I need right now, yeah. Let’s go!”
Zoe caught the confident glint in Morgan’s eye, and realized she had finally met a true rival. Steeling herself, she gripped the steering wheel tighter as the race began. Morgan did the same, totally oblivious as the how close her missing tiny roommate was.
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